“Enough to like you. I thought we could be friends all together.” The tone was plaintive.
“Well,” he conceded.
“You know I like you, David, and always shall, no matter how many other friends I have. It was lovely of you to wait for me to-night and to go and tell Miss Cordelia about it—I never shall forget that!”
They had reached the home cottage, and were passing up the walk.
“I guess I wanted to be a monopolist,” confessed David.
“A what?” cried Polly. David’s long words often puzzled her.
He laughed. “Oh, I wanted you all to myself!” he explained. “I’m a pig anyway!”
“No, you’re not!” declared Polly.
He turned quickly. “Good-night! I’ll be on hand to-morrow morning.”